Cowards - Publicist UK

We came to the water

Our nature not to drink

Hard to pity the sailor

Afraid to sink

And it was fine

We came to the door

The door was locked

We lit our torches

Then we knocked

And it was fine

Fine

Fine

Fine

All the cowards in the house, sing out, sing out

Hold those ashes in your mouth, sing through them;

sing out

Lay your shields on the ground and never go home

All the cowards in the house, forgive yourselves;

sing out

Throw your hands up, throw your hands up, throw your hands up, cut them off

We were born to lick boots

And pretend it was steak

It’s not hard in this world

To love what you hate

And it becomes fine

Fine

Fine

Fine

All the cowards in the house, sing out, sing out

Hold those ashes in your mouth, sing through them;

sing out

Lay your shields on the ground and never go home

All the cowards in the house, forgive yourselves;

sing out

Throw your hands up, throw your hands up, throw your hands up, cut them off

Every flag is a mask with teeth underneath

Keep your ashes close to your chest like family

All the cowards in the house, sing out, sing out

Hold those ashes in your mouth, sing through them;

sing out

Lay your shields on the ground and never go home

All the cowards in the house, forgive yourselves;

sing out

Throw your hands up, throw your hands up, throw your hands up, cut them off